Murder Man
MO3
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(Shun On Da Beat, Rainwater, what's up?) Yeah that shit crazy, man, you know, they Say this and that 'bout MO3, man They don't never say how the young nigga Put the city on the map, though For real (You know how that go when You're on your way out) I put this bitch on my back (Gangsta) Just like that yeah You see, on my side on gangland, you know? (My nigga Osama 3 Laden) My side, we play hangman, man Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass (DJ Drama, f*ck these niggas up, DJ Drama) Murder man these niggas must forgot Murder man mO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga (Shun On Da Beat) yeah (Get 'em) Ready for war, I gotta dedicate It to my enemy, you gotta chill What they keep telling the boy (yeah) Wet up the car, wе gotta get 'em Go and catch 'em off guard I got thеm hitters lurking Knock at your door (yeah) Go get it, I'm itchin' body collapse Hope that day that he twitchin' Not on parole, but still I'll pay you a visit Oh, you stay by that nigga? You down to zip? I keep the K by the winter Better be thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em Better slow it down, roll around TTG-ANG, trained to go ho, let go Looking at a demon Kill it cold without the scope I got 'em on even walk a nigga down just to Stop a nigga breathing i'm with it, oh, yes They on the internet sending them threats Talking about how they gon' take something I can feel it, they got hate for me We put him on a shirt and f*ck the Funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy In person, they say nothing Lord, I'm not perfect, just pray for me Pray they don't try me, that day coming But when they do, nigga, know I'ma Shoot, I get 'em gone Gotta get all of that hate from me Go get it all, gotta stay jumping I'm a dog, get a cage for me With that Beretta, I'm Chester Have a beat for the murder molester who Gon' pull up and come rape somethin' And I know they gon' tell on me Thought you was gangster, you scared of me I will never let another nigga step on me Mama was there for me Don't know why these niggas slept on 3 Bitch, I'm the streets, I'm the recipe yeah The city know what's up with me This for any nigga that look up to 3 If a nigga ever try to up on me I'll make sure he get up in his sleep Everybody know when the murder man come They gon' run Tell 'em that they better keep they gun Better keep you one Them drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum Da da dum dum dum do you niggas know where The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah) I'm a blessing from God sent to the streets I am the struggle, I can't be beat Tryna keep that devil away from me I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake (Gangland) I pray the Lord my soul To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get at your boy, pull up on 'em right Out in the yard, oh my God They finna snatch a nigga chain (Who?) I swear to God I'ma shoot for the stars and try to Knock a nigga head off his frame I'm ready to get 'em Let's tell his partner they be chopping a lot I'm Freddy Kreuger when I walk with the block Bitch, I keep a Ruger when I'm not with a Glock Real shooter, put you off in a box Don't let me knock off your top These niggas don't know my story They don't know the path That I've been through I would hate if I have to come and kill you Your family, they'll miss you Let me write my song, yeah So leave me alone, yeah i came a long way I got it the hard way And I stood on the corner back to the wall I put the hood on my shoulder Like a boulder, I'm finna crash something Go get at your man We double back and go and get him again I knock the pants off a crash dummy They know that I'm next mO3 the best Why would you lie to the press? I know it's hard, but you gotta confess That I'm the king of my city It's nothing less and the shit that I spit Wanna bet? I'll make it crawl up your flesh Put that on the set These niggas mad for the shit that I've done I'm a don, you can't f*ck with me, nigga The hate that you do not enough for me, nigga Make room for the kids that look up to me Nigga they better than who? No competition, nigga slept with a tool You look a fool tryna step to the dude Bitch, I'm a goon you know I'm clutching Keep a stick and a broom Streetsweeper when I step through the room Everybody know when the murder man come They gon' run Tell 'em that they better keep they gun Better keep you one Them drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum Da da dum dum dum do you niggas know where The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah) I'm a blessing from God sent to the streets I am the struggle, I can't be beat Tryna keep that devil away from me I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Shun On Da Beat) yeah, man You see The difference between me and y'all is I'm ready to die, nigga (Ooh, lil' Shun) I'm ready to go to war, nigga (Trendsetter) You know? They talk about this, talk about that You seen nothing happen to me, dog
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